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y^-> HE Board of Editors presents this third 
V- • issue of the Tattler, in all due humility, 
for acceptance or refusal as its worth may 
deem advisable. Before delving further we sug- 
gest that you immediately give all credit to the 
contributors and to our faculty, whose services 
have been invaluable. 



David E. Hoxie '25 


Robert Smiley '25 Wilbur Purrington '25 


Jokes Edward Foster '25 

Athletics C. B. Johnson 

Alumni Robert Nash '25 


Richard Manwell '26 






















Class Officers 

Class History 

Senior Class 

Class Day Exercises 


Class Grinds 


Class of 1926 

Class of 1927 

Class of 1928 


Senior Play 

School Notes 

Class Eoll 

Alumni Notes 































ij May the members of the Class of 1925 bring honor to their Alma Mater in even i 

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President — Edward Clark Foster 

Vice-President — Elizabeth 'Neil 

Secretary and Treasurer — Robert Smiley 


One night as I was walking along a 
dark street in Williamsburg, in fact I 
was looking for the trolley car, I had 
just come from the twenty-fifth reunion 
of the class of 1925. Suddenly I heard 
steps behind me, I turned but not quick 
enough to escape the blackjack. Then 
I seemed to be in a daze, and because I 
had been with several of my old class- 
mates all evening, events of my four 
years at Burgy High came into my 
mind. I recalled how we took the car 
from Haydenville and upon arriving at 
Burgy and entering the High School 
building, how several of the Freshmen 
boys tried to leave their caps in the 
girl's cloak-room but were immediately 
warned not to do so by some able Sopho- 
mores who had had all the experience 
of their first year but did not seem to 
show any great benefit from it. 

The first teacher we met was Miss 
Merrifield who being the teacher in 
charge of our home room, immediately 
gave us some fine advice which many of 
us did not take to heart until perhaps 
our Junior or Senior year, when the 
sight of the P. M. Session list or better 
known by the students as the "Honor 
Roll ' ' began to get us a wee bit worried. 

About the beginning of October, 1921, 
we began to hear vague rumors of a 

Freshman reception which was to come 
and which with attending ceremonies 
was to be our Waterloo. Finally it came 
on the second Friday evening in Octo- 
ber. Most of the Freshmen weren't as 
scared as they should have been probab- 
ly due to the fact that we knew that 
there were no boys in the Senior class 
of 1922 and relied upon consideration 
from the girls. We did the various 
stunts required and with these over, 
proceeded to have a good time. 

The next thing that came into my 
dazed mind was the Junior-Senior Prom 
of that year, 1922. We Freshmen had 
looked on with envious eyes until one 
morning came the startling announce- 
ment that each Junior or Senior, besides 
inviting his own partner, might invite 
another couple also. Weren't some of 
the Freshmen proud when we received 
that extra invitation? Then the gala 
event came; the class of '25 boys garbed 
in their first long pants and the girls for 
the first time with their hair done in 
grown up fashion. We felt big as life 
until we got there and saw all our up- 
per classmen and the alumni. But all 
in all we had a great time. 

The graduation arrived soon after 
and although we were sorry to see the 
Seniors leaving, we were glad we could 



return after our vacation, as Sopho- 
mores. In September, 1922 we welcom- 
ed Miss Campbell in the place of Mrs. 
Bader and Mr. Ralph Johnson as the 
new mathematics teacher. Mr. Johnson 
was also to act as athletic instructor. 
This year, 1922, our class had charge of 
the Freshmen at the initiation. We did 
our best to put the Freshmen in their 
places but it remains to be seen whether 
or not they learned much from our 
counsel. Under Mr. Johnson's instruc- 
tion we had a fairly good boy's basket- 
ball team while the girls' team, under 
Miss Dunphy's coaching, won nearly 
every game they played. They were an 
all star team. Again Junior-Senior 
came around, 1923, but this year as 
only Juniors and Seniors were allowed 
to go, we Sophomores who had attended 
while we were Freshmen were somewhat 

Then I remembered the cap fight on 
the day we Sophies appeared with little 
caps made of material of our class 
colors. We were at once attacked by 
the three other classes in overwhelming 
numbers and only a few of our caps sur- 
vived the combat ; but we were satisfied 
as we had won a real victory over the 
other classes as we had saved some of 
the caps although we were out numbered 
three to one. The next time when we 
Sophomores clashed with the others was 
on "Field Day" at the cane rush. The 
rush was won by our mighty sister 
class, the Seniors, long may their valor 
last. But we took the second. Gradua- 
tion, 1923, came all too soon and we 
again aroused the enimity of the other 
Classes by hanging out our numerals 
from the roof of the school on Class 
Night, a perilous feat. On the next day 
we had our Class Picnic. We journey- 
ed up the Ashfield road to find a spot 

on the Bradford brook where we had 
our lunch. 

In September, 1923, we returned 
again as Juniors, this time we changed 
our home room and joined the class of 
1924 in Room 1. When these two classes 
( '24 & '25) get together, there is some 
work done — but not all work. 

The first great event of the school 
year, 1924, came with the Freshman re- 
ception. It was shortly afterwards fol- 
lowed by a Hallowe'en Party given by 
the Seniors. This party was a masquer- 
ade and there were many unique cos- 
tumes varying from Charlie Chaplin to 
the Prince of Wales and from Little 
Miss Muffitt to The Queen of Holland. 

The next thing that passed before my 
eyes which were rather blurred was the 
Xmas Party that our class gave to the 
school. The chief excitement and attrac- 
tion for the girls occured under the 
mistletoe. Mr. Stiles had taken charge 
of the boy's basketball team this year 
and the team went gaily through the sea- 
son with eleven well-won victories out 
of the sixteen games besides winning the 
town championship from the Fast Out- 
laws. Also' that spring, 1924, we had a 
Washington Party. Next came the 
Junior-Senior Prom and although many 
of the upper-classmen did not go, their 
places were filled by alumni and we had 
a unique time as the hall was decorated 
with about two hundred balloons, be- 
sides the Seniors. Then the class of '24 
graduated with credit to the school. 

At last we were Seniors. We welcom- 
ed Miss Pratt in Miss Toole's place and 
Mr. Cleon Johnson in Mr. Clough's 
place. We had the usual parties; noth- 
ing very exciting happened until we 
gave the lovely romance c ' Gypsy Rover 
all the cast being Seniors except two 
girls who were Sophomores. It was a 
great success. With the money we rais- 


ed from this and by other means, our 
class was able to again be original and 
to go to Boston for a few days visit to 
historic places. While there, we went 
to Lexington and Concord, saw two 
musical comedies, went up the Bunker 
Hill monument, went through the 
Charlestown Navy yard, saw Paul Re- 
vere 's home and during the trip, as Mr. 
Brook's guests, we went down the har- 
bor in a boat to Long Island Hospital 
where several of the fellows thought 
they were seasick when their hearts went 
up in their mouths at the sight of the 
very pretty nurses. Mr. Brooks took us 
also to the City Hall and to the State 
House where we met Governor Puller. 

We again had our Junior-Senior 
Prom and had a wonderful time, every- 
one said that it was the best Prom in 
every way that we have ever had. Then 
we graduated and I recall a verse that 
came out in the Sanderson Academy 
Bell that describes our class very well, 
any class in fact: 

While we were Freshmen, we knew not and 

knew that we knew not; 
While we were Sophomores, we knew not but 

did mot know that we knew not; 
While we were Juniors, we knew but did not 

know what we knew; 
While we were Seniors, we knew and knew 

that we knew. 

Just then I felt some water being 
dashed into my face. I recovered short- 
ly and several of my class-mates who 
had come along helped me aboard the 

After all, I was glad I had been sand- 
bagged with this paper because it 
brought back many incidents of my 
High School days which I had nearly 

The happy days of pleasure, 
The comradship of fellow scholars, 
The grinding counsel of excellent teachers, 
And the opening of our understanding from 
week to week and year to year. 

Wilbur Purrington '25 







(Class Play) 

Glenn is a new comer but he early taught us 
that he had the "makings" of a true W. H. S. 
citizen. To him goes the sole credit for the ex- 
cellent manner in which he captivated the notice 
of the captain on the S. S. Geo. I. Hibbard. 
Undergraduates not in on this, speak to a Senior. 


(Class Play) 

Whether its her fault or Jib's we can't tell 
but Ruth 's neck must be nearly worn out if we 
may judge from the fact that she is continually 
turning to meet the never absent grin on Nor- 
man's face. 


2nd Basketball Team (3) (4) Soccer (4) 
Baseball (3) (4) Class Play. 

"Stub" comes from the land of the Lithia 
springs in Lithia, We have been trying for four 
years to decide whether it was drinking from 
this spring or just "Wee Alvie's characteris- 
tics" that make him render those fine Latin 



(Class Play) 

This boy lives up on Village Hill and is more 
commonly known by just "Lib" or his Nash. 
Along with Ben Nash he upholds the dignity 
of the class but it takes the "hard-boiled" shirt 
he wore in the "Gypsy Rover" to make him look 
the shiek he really is. 


Assistant Cheer Leader (3) Cheer Leader (4) 
Basketball (3) Class Play. 

Betty is a valuable addition to our cheering 
section. She has followed all our games with 
marked interest and attention, so it is not queer 
that she is dubbed the sport by general assent. 
Anyway she has shown us that she can cheer. 
We will never forget the way she haunted the 
souvenir stands or her affection for Charlie. 


(Class Play) 

Carroll's "Towering" asperations are to be- 
come mistress in her own little nest. She does 
not go in for any sports as she is taking a cor- 
respondence course on ' ' Good Housekeeping. 




Secretary and Treasurer of Boy's A. A. (4) 

Baseball (2) (3) (4). Basketball (3) (4), 

Soccer (4), Orchestra. (3) (4), Class Play 

Honor Group, Class Grinds. 

He is the back-bone of the orchestra: — so he 
says anywoy — with his wailing, moaning trom- 
bone. Darby says perhaps he would like to be 
an undertaker as he has such a liking for 
"Graves." He was elected the class grind and 
grumbler but to hear his hearty laugh ringing 
in the corridors make us disagree. 


Secretary and Treasurer (2), Girls A. A. (4), 

Basketball (3) (4), Class Play. 

Here is "l'enfant" of the class. [ She will 
never grow either in stature or ways' since she 
burnt her arm with "concentrated" sulphuric 
acid when a child and has remained "short but 
sweet" ever since. Trudie has been the sole 
feminine invader of La Valley's taciturn armor, 
but "qui salt"? 


Basketball (1)(2)(3)(4), Captain of Basketball 
(4), Baseball (2) (3) (4), Captain of Baseball 
(3), Manager (4), Vice-President (2), Presi- 
dent (3) (4), Vice-President of Boy's A. A. (4) 
Ass't Editor of Tattler (3), Class Play, Address 
of Welcome. 

Here's the bold, bad boy of the class of '25. 
When we remember the grace with which he 
clasped Nina in "The Gypsy Rover," we can 
do little but say, ' ' He '11 bear watching, ladies. ' ' 
But though Ed is usually a good chap, we can 
not help remembering how he fled to Filene's 
to escape leaving Boston until 4 P. M. 




Vice-President of Debating Society (4) 

Plainfield claims the birth-right of Hazel. She 
is regarded as a prodigy of intelligence. She has 
a decided preference to the car she rides in. But 
what is that? Four years ago "Tessie" was a 
bashful little country lass but under our care- 
ful guidance she soon overcame that hinderance. 
She Avishes to be nice so we will let her have her 
own way. 


Associate Editor of Tattler. . (3), President of 
Debating Society (4), Basketball (4), Soccer 
(4), Baseball (4), Editor of Tattler (4), Class 

Play, Class Prophecy. 

Dave is noted for two things, his hope to be- 
come Editor of- "Whiz Bang" and Ins arguing 
with the umpires when he gets caught three feet 
off 1st base because, he says, he just couldn't be 
caught by any baseman off any base. 


Honor Group. Class Oration. 

Margaret holds the highest honors in her 
class, being a "Pro Merito" student. Margaret 
is the prize essay writer having carried off two 
first prize medals this year. Margie started 
late (in some subjects) but has already, since 
May Day, developed a great liking for the 
"Nash 4." 




2nd team Basketball (3) (4), Soccer (4), Class 


Freddy is the guy whose appetite is so large 
that the entire staff of waitresses at the Wel- 
lington were kept busy supplying his wants. 
Fred collects souvenirs of different restaurants 
which he can probably still show you since rolls 
do get hard when kept very long. 


Secretary and Treasurer (1), Leading role in 
"The Gypsy Rover." 

Ben was the first of his class to learn to "trip 
the light fantastic,' ' and his early success with 
leading ladies has immuned him to the usual 
bashfullness of a senior. Ben, however, has 
failed so far to settle his affections on any one 
we suspect. We understand that Ben has in- 
vented a new kind of bottle opener. Ask him 
about the hook? 


Business Manager of Tattler (3), Executive 

Committee of Debating Society (4), Basketball 

(4), Baseball (2) (3) (4), Soccer (4), Class 

Play (4), Honor Group, Class Will. 

Oh! Sinfi what was that? Only Brucie ham- 
mering a last spike into Burgy's new town hall. 
This may be said some two or three years from 
now since it is rumored that Bruce is to become 
a carpenter. All right, Brucie, but don't "bal- 
sam" or "pine" too much and you'll be a 
"spruce" young man some day. 




Vice-President (3) (4), Secretary and Treas- 
urer (1), Prophecy on Prophet, Class Play. 

Bessie is overjoyed at the thoughts of gradua- 
tion. She is still dubious as to how she has ac- 
complished it. but here she is anyway. Bessie's 
dancing has been the town talk since she took 
"The Gypsy Hover'' by storm. Her ambition 
is to go into the hated business as she has a fond- 
ness for "Cooks." 


Class President (1) (2), Vice-President (3). 
Secretary and Treasurer of Boy's A. A. (1) (3) 
BasketbaU Team (1) (2) (3) '(4), Baseball (2) 
(3) (4), Captain of Soccer Team (4) Manager 
of Basketball (3) (4), Manager of BasebaU (3) 
President of Bov's A. A. (4). Assistant Editor 
of Tattler (4), Class History, Class Play. 


Bill is the bachelor of the class because he is 
so fussy he cannot settle his affections on any 
of the numerable freshmen who adore his 
dreamy blue eyes and the ability with which he 
wields the overhead shot on the Basketball floor. 


Vice-President of Class (1), Secretary and Trea- 
surer (4), Assistant Editor of Tattler (4), 
Class Play, Honor Groun, Farewell Address 

"Trebe" is running neck to neck in a race 
with Dick Manwell to see who can be late most 
often in a week, but it has gone so far that both 
of them are late every morning. Maybe they're 
trying to evade Virgil Class. 





Class Play 

Mary isn't really as coquettish as she looks in 
this photo, but you know how photos are — ,with 
or without compliments. Mary is studying to 
become a nurse, we hear, but if she is not kinder 
to her patients than she has been to her many 
admirers she cannot succeed. 





To the officers of the school, teachers, 
parents and friends. 

The class of 1925 has given me the 
honor of welcoming you this evening to 
our class-night exercises. 

Words cannot express our gratitude 
to our teachers, Superintendent and 
School Board for their unfaltering sup- 
port during our four years in high 
school. They have carried us through 
the most perplexing years of our life 
and have encouraged us to cultivate 
high ambitions and ideals. 

Parents : this evening as we are on 
the threshold of life, we more thorough- 
ly appreciate the many things that you 
have done for us. You have shared our 
joys , our triumphs, our failures and 
sorrows, and now Ave are glad to wel- 
come you to these exercises, and we 
hope that you will be pleased with the 
results of our efforts. 

We know that four years of school 
comradship will become the background 
for many pleasant memories, yet, it is 
with regret that we leave so many 
worthy friends, without whom the acti- 
vities of our four years in high school 
would have been a failure. School- 
mates 1925 greets you. 


Be it remembered that we, the class 
of 1925 of Williamsburg High School, 
being of sound mind and memory but 
knowing the uncertainty of this life, do 
make this our last will and testament, 
hereby revoking all wills and codicils 
heretofore made by us. After the pay- 
ment of our just debts and commence- 

ment charges, we bequeath and devise 
as follows: 

To the faculty we bequeath our 
loyalty and appreciation of their en- 
couragement and guidance. 

To the class of 1927, our sister cla'ss, 
we do bequeath gratitude, love, and 
a firm and lasting place in our hearts 
and memories; also the right to occupy 
the seats in Miss Dunphy's room 
if they do not make too much noise 
while coming through the hall. 

To our successors, the class of 1926, 
we leave our best and most earnest 
wishes for a happy and successful 
Senior Year, and all the prerogatives 
that go with our dignity as seniors, in- 
cluding the right to sell candy at 
recess, the special privilege of planting 
an ivy, the right to hold a prom, give 
a show and take a class trip. 

To the freshmen, we bequeath our 
best wishes to those who take Algebra 
and Latin, and hope they will burn a 
little midnight oil this summer to keep 
these subjects fresh in their minds. 

To any who are unable to escape it — 
we leave our places on the P. M. ses- 
sion list. 

To Mr. Warner we leave the priv- 
ilege of cleaning out the radiators in 
room one, also the right to have fire 
drills on cold and rainy days if it so 
pleases him. 

To Miss Dumphy we leave the right 
to bring up all important notices, in 
the chapel, and the sole right to put up 
the list of deficiencies, not more than 
once in four weeks. 

To the individual members of our 
high school we bequeath our class and 
our personal belongings in the follow- 



ing manner with the following provi- 
sions and restrictions : 

Ruth Atherton leaves her practical 
and efficient character to Helen Mer- 
rit. providing Helen does not sit up 
more than eight nights a week to get 
her studying done. 

Elizabeth Burke leaves her quiet 
and reserved manner as well as her 
poise to Elizabeth Kempkes. if she will 
promise not to keep still more than ten 
minutes at a time. 

Robert Smiley leaves his fondness 
for history in all its branches to Fred 
Sampson if lie will try not to excede 
Smiley 's desire for the subject. 

Gertrude Dobbs leaves her love of a 
good time to Alyce Nash. 

Margaret Kempkes gives her success, 
her likeableness and her dependability 
in all things to Pauline Webb. 

Frederick LaYalley regretfully parts 
with his French books leaving them to 
Lawrence Coogan and William Field. 

Alvan Barrus and Gertrude Dobbs 
leave the long and short of it to Walter 
Algustosky and Barry Gray. 

Foster and Cook give some of their 
extra numerals and Ws to future 
Burgy athletes. 

Bill Purrington bequeaths his quiet- 
ness and modesty to Norman Goodwin 
providing he does not exceed Bill's 

To Jackie Coogan we give Robert 
Smiley 's wave. 

Glenn Adams leaves his interest in 
chemistry and love of argument to 
Robert Tetro. 

Bessie O'Neil leaves her right to ride 
in the Nash to Victoria Stempkowski. 

David Hoxie leaves his sporting 
spirit, his journalistic desires and his 
willingness, to Richard Manwell. 

Robert Nash bequeaths his love for 
a feminine audience to "Honey" 

Edwin Breckenridge leaves his abil- 
ity to handle the Nash to Milton 
Howes if he will promise to keep off of 
Plainfield roads. 

Mary Wells leaves her place in Math 
classes to May Dansereau. 

Carroll Clark leaves to Helen Ro- 
berge her tasks of study. 

Hazel Holden leaves her chemical 
ability to Fred Sampson. 

In testimony thereof, we hereunto 
set our hands and in the presence of 
witnesses declare this to be our last 
will, this twenty-third day of June in 
the year one thousand nine hundred 
and twenty-five. 

The Class of 1925. 

Mr. L. A. Merritt. 
Mr. C. B. Johnson, 
W. Bruce Nash. 


It was a balmy summer evening, one 
of those exquisite evenings, when, with 
the slightest pretext one may glide from 
stern reality into an ecstasy of dream- 

I was climbing, with languid steps, 
the pleasant wooded hillside which rises 
to the west of the town, when, of a sud- 
den, I came upon a pleasant little glade 
from which I could view the entire vil- 

The eyes of a true nature lover would 
have revelled in the wealth of verdant 
foliage and in the mystic colors of the 
surrounding hillsides. The flash of a 
scarlet tanager appeared like a flame in 
the deep boughs of a whispering pine, 
while a wood-thrush called in liquid 
notes from a nearby elm, and here and 
there a cricket tuned its strings as if 
in preparation for the dance of noctur- 
nal sprites. 



But my eyes were not entirely for 
nature, for somehow I felt strangely 
drawn toward those few streets lying 
so peacefully neath the setting sun. 
Would those streets grow and swell in 
number until some day a huge city 
would lie throughout this valley? Or, 
would even these few finally disappear? 

While I sat thinking, — just thinking, 
the sun dipped a last good-night from 
the golden west, and the "Lady of the 
Night" gently pushed her cold shoulder 
above the tree-tops in a rejuvenated 
East. Oh ! magical being, with all-re- 
vealing beams, give me a glimpse into 
the future of this little town and its in- 

As if in direct reply to my half form- 
ed thoughts, the moon took on new ra- 
diance and, — my surroundings changed. 

On my left was a little shop, rather 
squallid in appearance, with that look 
which results from much spilt paint, 
and not recognizing my way I went in 
with the intention of asking a route to 
a hotel. 

The proprietor stepped forward and 
greeted me cordially, asked for my 
wants and directed me to the Welling- 
ton. My question answered I started 
to leave, but as I reached the door, I 
caught a glimpse of something which 
roused vague memories. Turning, I 
asked, "Are you not Darby Cook?" 
Mystified, he replied that he was and 
asked my name. I informed him and 
also told him how I suspected his iden- 
tity. There was a sign on the wall which 
read ' ' Auto-wheels painted ' ' and under- 
neath, in a drying rack were four flam- 
ing red disc-wheels. 

After a few moments' conversation 
Darby asked, 

"How Avould you like to meet some 
of the old class?" 

I replied that nothing could give me 

more pleasure and so I left him with 
the information that the show at the 
new theatre would put me in touch with 
old time pals. 

I readily recognized the new amuse- 
ment house but was somewhat puzzled 
over its name which was "The Hazel." 
To satisfy my curiosity I asked a loun- 
ger where the place got its name. He 
replied, in the meantime gazing at me 
as though he doubted my sanity, that 
Hazel Holden had been elected first 
woman president of the United States 
and that Burgy, not intending to be 
beaten by Northampton, had erected 
this edifice in her honor. 

Obtaining a program and ticket I en- 
quired as to the name of the perform- 
ance and received the answer that it was 
a burlesque on an old musical comedy 
and it went by the name of "The Wan- 
dering Roman." 

The theatre was packed but I finally 
got a seat by a nervous young lady, who 
in the rather exciting prologue waved 
her arms, clapped her hands and mur- 
mured blissfully, "Ain't that grand," 
and " Oh ! how wonderful. ' ' The scene 
was now showing a little darky boy, at 
least he was dressed in boy's clothes, 
leaving his mammy to seek a fortune in 
the jungles of some tropical country, 
and as he raised his lips for a farewell 
kiss, the young lady beside me whisper- 
ed shrilly. 

"Don't, its best to end it with a 

I knew then who my companion was. 
T recollected how terribly disappointed 
Betty Burke had been that Ed. Foster 
would rather make up with a song than 
a caress and turning to her I hushed her 
and made myself known. 

Betty told me that when she and Bob 
Nash had first left W. H. S. they went 
en the stage in a song and dance act. 



But Betty had continually made fun of 
the skeleton in Ben's closet, that is to 
say the fossil remains to which he be- 
came attached to in Boston and so he 
discharged her and tried something new. 
Betty saw him occasionally and so I got 
tht news rather first-handed. It seems 
Ben remembered the difficulty he had 
experienced with leading ladies and so 
he decided to put on a burlesque of the 
Gypsy Rover. Immediately I saw 
through the disguise of "The Wander- 
ing Roman ' ' but did not interrupt. Bet- 
ty as she continued. 

"You see, Dave," she said, "Ben 
wanted to get started as soon as possi- 
ble so he tried to get the old characters 
together. And the trouble he had ! Why 
it took him months longer than it would 
have if he had hired new actors. 

First he advertised in nation-wide 
agencies and that failed more or less 
though he did reach some of the chorus 
that way. Bessie O'Neil saw his add in 
a Barbar-shop magazine and she came 
at once. She had been a manicurist, 
you know, but she said she would much 
rather be a chorus girl and let someone 
hold her hand than to be a nail cutter 
and hold some one else's. And Ben got 
Mary Wells through the adds, too. She 
takes the part of a ventriloguist and 
scares the natives half to death in the 
next scene. 

"So you've seen the show before," I 
asked Betty. 

"Yes," she said, "Ben won't let me 
be in it but I like to see it nevertheless. ' ' 

"You see, Dave, Mary and Carrol and 
Ruth decided at an early age to be old 
maids. So years ago, they started in 
raising chickens as a respectable liveli- 
hood, though they do say they raised 
Cain before they decided on Rhode Is- 
land Reds. Well, anyway, Carrol, 
while fetching water for the poultry, 

fell in the brook and a salesman came 
along and saved her. He would have 
went away will) her 1 hanks but Carrol 
'was in a falling mood that day and she 
fell for him and spoiled the triumverate 
so now Ruth and Mary are in this show. 
And Bruce and Ben go through their 
part with the aid of an amateur now. 
Bob got Bruce for Sinfo's part pretty 
easy. You see Bruce early learned to 
like moonlight nights and when there 
suddenly appeared on the market extra- 
ordinary paintings of the moon, Ben 
traced down the artist and found Cou- 
sin Bruce." 

Betty was interrupted here by the 
rising of the curtain for the second act. 

Ben came out and sang to a new lead- 
ing lady and old Marmaduke Purring- 
ton hemmed hawed in great shape. 
Betty whispered that Bill took a corres- 
pondence course in irregular verbs and 
now took his part as a French Duke. 
The French part of it accounted for 
the lacking "d'oncha knows" which I 
missed greatly. 

When they called this a burlesque 
they certainly told the truth. The scene 
was on a tropical isle and negroes and 
whites mingled freely. 

A lone warrior took the stage and 
glancing at my program rather than 
arouse the loquacious Miss at my side, 
I read, 

Mumbo Gumbo, Edwin Breckenridge 
Official pedometer manufacturer for 
native runners. Recollecting Lib's 
climbs over Village Hill when the Nash 
wasn't running I couldn't blame him 
for his trade. 

Sir George came on, no longer an 
Englishman, but a squat, roly-poly na- 
tive with filed teeth. He made a bar- 
gain with the chief to have Rob captured 
and literally fed to the dogs. 

And then came that great trapping 



scene when Rob in the arms of his 
dusky sweetheart was captured by the 
warrior set on his trail by the chief. 

In W. H. S. production, the tall form 
of Alvan Barrus had fulfilled this part 
admirably. His long arms had securely 
held the small form of Robert. But now 
upon the scene came a short chap scarce- 
ly four feet in height. Bravely he walk- 
ed up to Rob and grabbed him. He did 
it with a grace equal to Alvan 's, "now," 
I wondered, "who can it be?" Again 
referring to my program I read, 
"Stub" Mumbo Gumbo's Pal 

Alvan Barrus 
This was too much for my credulity. I 
rushed from my seat and my reporters' 
card got me behind the scenes where I 
met the actors as they came off. 

Going up to Alvan 's weazened form 
1 cried "Alvie, old pal. what has hap- 
pened, by what accident has the mighty 

Sadly he eyed me and in a weak, mild 
voice, far different from the stern growl 
of other days, he answered : 

'"Take warning from one who knows 
Dave, I got married and settled down." 

I talked of old days on the second 
basketball team and then asked, 

"How did Trebe Smiley and Eddie 
Poster come out in their aspirations to 
become renowned pianists?" 

Alvie didn't reply but merely pointed 
to my program. I searched through the 
orchestra players for their names but 
failed to find them. Then I noticed a 
small note which read : 

"Specialty after third act" 
Smiley and Poster in a duet on 
The Jews Harp ! 
I waited 'till the fellows finished their 
act but refrained from mentioning their 
faltering ambitions when I warmly 
clasped their hands with the old P.D.Q. 
society's hand-shake. Then, assuring 

them of my best wishes for a happy 
future I left the theatre. An urchin 
stopped me and sold me a newspaper. 
It was called the Williamsburg Gleaner 
and was edited by Glenn Adams. I 
Avent through the paper completely, 
thinking of getting some information on 
the size and sort of city I was in when 
suddenly I came upon an entire page 
which was written in French. I was 
puzzled at this and thought to myself 
that the old New Englander was cer- 
tainly a thing of the past if they prefer- 
red reading French to English. So I 
asked the way to the office and met 
Glenn. I started to ask him what his 
idea was but didn't have to; my answer 
was personified in Peggy Kempkes, who 
sat in a stenographer's chair near by. I 
knew then why things were so. In the 
conversation which followed he said. 

"I write the script and my assistant 
editor, Margie, translates it into French. 

This was entirely as one might have 
expected back in W. H. S. and soon I 
left them, happy in their success of 
childhood aspirations. 

It was twilight as I stepped from the 
"Gleaner's" office and from across the 
street came the tones of bells ringing in 
joyful peal. I walked over and sat 
down in the rear of a very crowded 
church. A young man who sat at my 
left persisted in learning my favorite in 
the coming Marathon and became so 
insistant that I finally entered whole- 
heartedly into a discussion about which 
I knew nothing. So emphatic did he 
become that I failed to note the arrival 
of the bride and groom 'til suddenly I 
heard the words "Do you take — " 

Immediately I was all attention and 
then as I looked at the happy couple I 
grew more so. They had their backs 
toward me, but there was no mistaking 
those broad shoulders and the tilt of 



that head. My beliefs were confirmed 
when the groom in a gruff voice said, 

"I, Frederick, take thee, — ." 

Just then a siren was heard outside 
and I lost his next word. Turning to 
the fellow at my side I started to say, 
"Who — " but I was cut off short by 
some one else who said "who-o-" 

Startled, I listened to see who this 
new disturber of ceremonies was. Again 
it came. Much louder. "Who-o." The 
congregation faded slowly, then faster 
'til there was only a mist before my 
eyes. The lights dimmed and twinkled, 
and there, before my startled gaze, out- 
lined against a beautiful full moon sat 
a great, ghostly, white owl. 

It was he who brought me back from 
the land of to-morrow and as I rose and 
started down the hill I wondered who 
Frederick had taken. Then with a sud- 
den rush of memory came a phrase 
which had filtered throgh my conversa- 
tion with the race enthusiast. 

"But tell me how you feel when you 
feel the way you feel, Freddy dear. ' ' 

I knew, then, it was none other than 
Gertrude Dobbs. The same old Trudie 
who had so shamefully "flirted "with all 
the fellows" in the musical comedy. 

And so I continued on down and 
through the silent streets, again seeing 
my friends in all their successes, while 
still, overhead hung that moonlight 
azure of dream provoking power, which 
threathened the whole world of reality. 
David E. Hoxie '25. 

Prophecy on The Prophet 

It was very early in the morning and 
I had just awakened. The gray dawn 
came faintly through the windows and 
filled the room with shadows of various 
shapes and sizes with which I was not 
acquainted. It was so dark that it took 

me some time to make out which was 
the closet door and which was the exit. 
I lay there confused trying to acquaint 
myself with my new room. 

Elizabeth Burke was still lying dia- 
gonally across the bed. She had come 
to dine with me the evening before and 
as she was about to leave an electrical 
storm arose, forcing her to spend the 
night. All that kept the extremities of 
my body from falling to the floor was 
the edge of the blanket on which I was 
lying and the remainder in which she 
Avas enwrapped. Ordinarily I would 
have claimed my share but this morning 
it better suited my fancy to lie there 
on the edge of an ominous pit hanging 
by a hair. 

I do not know how long I lay there in 
this position but suddenly the pit chang- 
ed to a beautiful fertile valley. It was 
situated in the midst of an orange belt 
and the beautiful sun-kissed fruit 
drooped bountifully on either side. Sud- 
denly I heard a burst of laughter and 
from behind the fruit trees, a girlish 
figure bounded, followed by a young 
gentleman in sport attire. After run- 
ning some distance, the young lady gave 
up to the superior prowess of her pur- 
suer and yielded to his lengthy embrace. 
They were laughing and chatting about 
something and as I approved them I 
heard the young fellow say to her, 

"Where have you been all my life?" 

"Why, I have been waiting for you. 
David since Lib went away." she ans- 

"Waiting, oh, where have I heard 
that before — waiting!" 

"Now don't get peeved David, just 
as soon as the publishers receive the 
book we can return to Williamsburg 
and come back in time for orange pick- 
ing. ' ' 

I could stand it no longer. I was 



sure I knew those voices and as I ap- 
proached, they paused, startled at my 
appearance. Suddenly, the young fel- 
lew jumped up and his face flaming 
with joy, grasped my hand enthusiastic- 
ally. It was none other than David 
Hoxie and Hazel Holden as I hardly 
dared to believe. They invited me to 
their cotage, as they modest ly called it. 
They were modest indeed, for the build- 
ing proved to be a mineature castle with 
beautiful orange trees around it. 

It was at lunch that Dave told me the 
whole story. It seemed that after High 
School days he began to work for the 
Daily Hampshire Gazette, where he be- 
came recognized as an able reporter. He 
spent some years in that and various 
other papers when he decided to write 
stories. His first book was hailed as a 
masterpiece by critics and having estab- 
lished himself firmly in the literary 
world, took up the study of cultivation 
of oranges as a hobby. Returning to 
Williamsburg he found Hazel alone, his 

old rivals having left to take up their 
various walks of life. It was merely a 
repetition of High School Days only 
they were married now and mere honey- 
mooning at the orange plantation. 
David continued eagerly to tell me 
about his great find which proved to be 
an excellent type of orange that he had 
successfully cultivated and named The 
'•Holden Delicious". 

Then it happened that suddenly Eli- 
zabeth rolled and so did I down, down 
to the abyss only to be saved by the 
floor. When I struck I came to enough 
to hear Elizabeth protest over the lost 
blankets. I was somewhat sorry to see 
the dawn because it brought a very real 
dream to an end. 

As we lay there talking, we recalled 
the events of the past evening when 
Elizabeth and I had read David 
Edward Hoxie 's novel "Hazel's Con- 
quest of the Moon." 

Elizabeth O'Neil '25 




The Race 

As I opened my paper the other day. 
my glance was immediately arrested by 
a strange picture. Strange at first, but 
as I meditated on the question it pre- 
sented, it lost its strangeness. It be- 
came more true to life indeed, rather 
common, as though worn smooth by the 
tramp of thousands. 

The picture was this : on a huge dial, 
the face of a clock, was pictured two 
couples, on opposite sides. Each had a 
rope apparently pulling. One couple 
was very aged while the other was 

Need I tell you how they were pull- 
ing? It needs very little thought; for. 
with all the ardent fire of youth, the 
young folks were striving their best to 
hustle the time on its way; while the 
older ones were straggling against the 
relentless tide as a year old babe might 
struggle for its life in the hands of 
some mighty monster or as man strug- 
gles in the clutches of the sea. 

And so it has been in all generations. 
Youth with all its love of good times 
to come, has striven to force the time 
ahead, to hurry it up, to keep pace with 

On the other hand old age has fought 
against the ravages of this enemy. As 
the years go by, we, one and all, become 

aware of the steady push of Father 
Time, who becomes in the end, an execu- 
tor who inflicts rewards for the deeds 
of life. 

An American Puzzle 

In a black, battered hat that fitted 
him like a soup bowl, a middle-aged 
man slowly approached. The hat forc- 
ed out ears until they looked like Mer- 
cury's wings misplaced. To hide Ms 
dirty blouse, as the dirt had his shiftless, 
lazy face, he wore a pair of greasy over- 
alls. If dirt Avere gold, he would have 
made Rockefeller look like a pauper. A 
pair of muddy boots gave Mm an awk- 
ward, sliding step, sometMng like a 
crab's gait, while under Ms arm I saw 
a battered dinner box that should have 
been given service stripes. When he 
stooped to begin his work, he did it as 
though he was afraid of snapping his 
back. He was the sort of a fellow you 
see leaning on a shovel, or pick, dream- 
ing of five o'clock. Most laborers of 
his type, are coarse-mannered, lazy, 
dirty, shiftless and stupid. The pay is 
poor, the work hard, the chance of im- 
provement slight ; the result is the sort 
of men. What is America going to do 
for him? 

Darby Cook '25 




Peter — the reader may or may not like 
that name. You probably think of 
Peter Pan in connection with this 
story if you are a movie fan, still 
chuckling over a Mack Sennett comedy 
when Peter Pan or Wendy comes on 
the screen ; and yet, if your title is Rev- 
erend, you think of the great desciple, 
Simon Peter. While if the reader is a 
child, he thinks of Peter as a man with 
a great big key. But if you are a boy 
of about seven years ; and your name is 
Peter, you may not even like to hear 
the name or see it. because you prob- 
ably have to listen to "Peter, Peter, 
Pumpkin Eater" every day at the 

But the Peter I speak of is none of 
these. This Peter has large amber 
eyes ; his hair is grey, mixed with a 
few white ones; and he is a hunter as 
well as a batchelor. I wouldn't say a 
hermit because he still lives with his 
mother, and has his neck and ears 
washed by her every day. He is also 
a great sleeper and when he isn't out 
hunting, he is stretched out fast 

Now, do you wonder who this Peter 
is? It can't be Simon Peter because 
he wasn't a hunter, was he- He can't 
be a little boy because his hair is grey 
which usually denotes old age. And 

he can't be Peter Pan because Pan was 
neither a hunter nor a batchelor. No, 
lie is not any of these. This Peter is 
my Cat. 

Wilbur Purrington, '25. 

Jungle Secrets 

The faint drip, drip, of water on the 
leaves was broken by the shrill call of 
the little green parrots, and almost in- 
audible rustle as the animals of the 
jungle awoke to a new day. 

The already burning sun shed a 
much dimmed radiance through the 
eternal gloom of the tangled vegita- 
tion. A screech as some jungle eat 
made the first kill of the day, then all 
was silent once more. 

Under the arching roots of a giant 
palm in a nest hollowed out in the ac- 
cumulated leaves, a lithe, tawny crea- 
ture, Muskwa the leopard, with bared 
fangs and twitching paws, faced a 
grim audience, Bushwa, the panther, 
and Harroth, her erstwhile mate. Along 
her heaving flank, three little balls of 
fur lay, sending their piteous wails into 
the muck laden air. Their protector 
referred them their breakfast, and they 
were hungry. A tawny flash, and the 
steel shod claws of Mukawa rent a long 
gash in the leeing face of Harrotti. 
With a disappointed yowl of rage he 
slunk into the jungle to nurse his bleed- 



ing nose. Bushwa was made of stern- 
er stuff however, he launched a light- 
ning attack and for an instant the air 
was full of spitting, hissing cats. The 
passionate love of Muskwa won out, 
and Bushwa followed his fellow con- 
spirator into the steaming jungle. Lit- 
tle cries of solace swelling from her 
creamy throat, Mukswa muzzled her 
young to her flank, they blissfully 

The long struggle for existence had 
begun. There were three cubs, Hinrotti 
the strongest, Lassi and Hersa, Hinrot- 
ti distinguished himself by his clearer 
markings and a larger body. For four 
days he and his sisters had lain there, 
blind to everything except the warm 
side of their mother, on the fourth 
morning they awakened and discov- 
ered the vast steaming world about 
them, Hinrotti awakened fully three 
hours before his sisters. The first 
screech of Pakeeta, the king of the par- 
rots who dwelt above them, sent him 
whimpering with little cries to his 
mother and safety. Now he ventured 
a baby snarl at the intruder whilst his 
more timid sisters still clung to their 

The battle of morning, began a series 
of such encounters which lasted until 
the cubs were fully one third grown. 
At that time Hinrotti stood three hands 
high as magnificently sleek as his 
mother, and with inch long claws 
which could rip open a baby deer upon 

The encircling months flew by, Hin- 
rotti was now nearly full grown, a 
leopard capable of caring for himself 
and sisters too. The last moon of the 
year saw him, his sisters and mother 
quietly treking across the tundra, in a 
bare bit, separate from that primeval 

growth. All was quiet, as a lull before a 
storm. Then a great chattering arose, 
one, two, three monkeys leaped across 
the half mile expanse as if flying. An 
ear splitting roar broke the silence like 
the crack of Doom from the frings of 
fungii. From the edge of clearing a 
sea of tossing bucks, with five foot 
tusks gleaming from the twining 
trunks in the glaring sunlight. 

A twinge of fear passed through the 
leopard family, all knew instinctively 
what it meant. An elephant herd 
gone amuck, frightened by some bright 
leaf or an unexpected noise. On they 
came, covering the entire clearing, 
their little red eyes gleaming, trumpet- 
ing incessantly. Like a flash Harrotti 
and Muskwa sped across the clearing, 
the others easily outdistanced. That 
dun mountain of moving death drew 
rapidly nearer. As the fringe of 
trees cracked, bent and were swept 
under by that monstrous herd. Ten 
feet from safety. Hinrotti felt himselt 
lifted bodily and hurled that distance, 
he sensed his mother's strength behind 
that push. He was saved. Turning, 
he saw a mass of crushed flesh and fur 
under those terrible feet. That maimed 
thing had been his mother a moment 

The supreme sacrifice of another, 
death, that her child might live. Days 
passed, the gnawing sense of loss grew 
less, the mating season came, Hinrotti 
felt an indefinable urge, a gnawing 
pain of discontent. One morning, re- 
turning from the hunt, he saw her, a 
full grown leopardess, the most beau- 
tiful one in the jungle, he thought 
then. He won her. The never ceasing 
cycle of his race passed on. 

Glenn E. Adams '25 



Does It Pay? 

An alert brown-haired girl ran hur- 
riedly up the stairs. She flung off her 
wraps and began to open the letters 
she had just received. What was she 
going to do for the coming winter. Of 
course, she had her two years of an 
unfinished college course, but what 
could she do with it? She hoped that 
Beth had found something. As she 
saw her hand-writing, she tore open the 
letter with a cry of joy. Her letter- 
stated that a Miss Marion Jones of Chi- 
cago would pay Miss Ruth Harmer 
five-hundred dollars to go to the State 
University and pass her entrance ex- 
aminations. "It will be a splendid 
chance for you to earn some very 
'easy' money, Ruth," wrote Beth. 

"I'll take it," Ruth said, decisively. 

The registering clerk looked up 
from his desk as a rather small, yet 
business-like girl stopped to register 
for her entrance examinations, She 
asked a question of the clerk, reg- 
istered, evidently her name, Miss Mari- 
on Jones, Chicago, and passed on to 
her examination rooms. 

Soon afterward Smith, the clerk, 
sent Miss Jones a letter saying that she 
had passed her examinations very cred- 
itably and she could, therefore, enter 
the State University in the fall. He 
wondered if he would ever see her 
again and decided that she should rank 
well among the Freshmen according to 
her entrance papers. 

When midyears were drawing near, 
a messenger-boy came to Smith's of- 
fice with a yellow envelope. He asked 
for Miss Jones of Chicago. A slow, 
musical voice answered that she was 
the girl and had just come in for her 
marks. The clerk looked surprised 
but the tall blonde took the telegram 
and departed quickly. Smith thought 

this over and decided that there must 
be some mistake somewhere that two 
entirely different girls in the same col- 
lege had the same name. 

That evening Smith looked over the 
registration books, but could find only 
one Miss Jones. Her marks for the 
last term were not as high as he had 
expected, on the contrary, very low. 
And where was that other girl who 
had registered for the entrance exam- 
inations? Finally, through a sense of 
duty, he took the matter to the Presi- 
dent, Mr. Blackstone, who seemed 
very much interested. A week later, 
he called Smith to his private office 
to tell him what the blonde had con- 

"You deserve much credit for your 
investigations, Smith," said Mr. Black- 
stone, "and we shall have to expel the 

And now — decide for yourselves : — 

Helen Merritt '27 

Steadying Luella 

Luella's chin quivered. She was 
away from home teaching school. It 
was her second week, and she was 
wondering how mother was getting 
along, and whether Milly was water- 
ing the plants, and how father's rheu- 
matism was. So preoccupied was she 
that she hardly heard little Albert 
Pratt, the youngest pupil in the school, 
who was reading laboriously from the 
first reader. 

"You may take your seat, Albert," 
said Luella finally. "You read very 
well today. The fourth grade will 
now recite in arithmetic." 

While the five little pupils came to 
the front seats Luella struggled with 
a wave of homesickness that threat- 
ened to engulf her. 



Suddenly an automobile horn sound- 
ed; then some one knocked on the 
door. When Luella opened it, there, 
facing- her on the threshold, was a lit- 
tle rosy gentleman in a pepper-and- 
salt suit. Luella stared at him in be- 
wilderment, then flushed, then beamed. 

' ' Deacon Albright ! ' ' she cried. ; ' Is 
it really you? I can hardly believe 
my eyes ! ' ' 

The old man smiled. ''I guess it is, 
Luelly. I had to go to Coverly on busi- 
ness and found out that by makin' a 
little detour I could see you. So I hired 
a fellow to bring me over from Cam- 
field, and here I am. How are you? 
And how is the school?" 

Luella choked a little. "I'm getting 
on fine." she replied fpiaveringly. 

But the old man seemed to under- 
stand the lonely feeling in her heart. 
"Now Luelly." he said comfortably, 
"there's no call for you to be getting 
homesick. Folks are all well at home, 
and your ma sent these sugar cookies. 
She said she reckoned they'd taste 
good, because she made 'em. And the 
minister's wifes aunt di'ed and left her 
nine hundred dollars, and old Mrs. 
Prisby's son came back from New York 
and brought her a phonograph. The 
old lady is as tickled as a boy with a 
red wagon. And the Perkins' twins 
have gone on a visit to their married 
sister. Now. I can't stop. Luelly. 
though I'd like well to do it. That 
fellow I hired is waiting outside, and 
I've got to catch the train. But don't 
you go to getting homesick. Luelly. 
We take a lot of pride in you back in 
Fairburg. We'll all be waiting for 
you when you come back in the spring. 
But in the meanwhile you've got your 
work to do. and I feel sure you'd do 
it well. Tt's onlv a little matter of 

eight months or so until you'll be 

Luella nodded. "I'll do my best. 
Deacon Albright, and oh. it's so good 
to see a ace from home ! Give them all 
my love and tell them I'm getting 
along fine. " 

A moment later the old man was 
gone. Luella walked up the aisle. Her 
voice was saying. "Fourth-grade pu- 
pils in arithmetic will please take 
their places at the board." but her 
heart was singing. "Do your best. 
Luella! Do your best!" 

Margaret Kempkes '25. 

The Penalty 

The Midnight Flyer came to a puf- 
fin o-. grinding stop before a forlorn 
looking little station in a western min- 
ing camp. The only passenger to 
alight, was a young man. who leaped, 
nimbly down the steps, dragging after 
him a large brown suitcase. His fea- 
tures, under the electric lights, were 
both pleasing and earnest. Even his 
well modulated voice spoke of eastern 
culture and refinement. 

"Could you tell me. sir. if there is 
any way to get to Atolma Flats to- 
night?" he asked the agent. 

"Nope, none." he replied. "Oh — just 
a moment thought.' 'he answered on 
after thought. "If you could persuade 
that young Hicks fellar. Tom Hicks, 
they call him. to let you take one of 
his new Haynes speeders you might 
make it. Pretty dangerous though. 
Can you drive?" 

"Well I should smile," the young 
man stated slangily. drove against 
Murphy at Saratoga. He smiled 
broadly at his new friend's surprise, 
thanked him politely, for his trouble 
and stepped off the platform into the 
enveloping darkness. Far ahead he 



could discern the locomotive head-light 
cutting the opaque darkness with its 
narrow, silvery shaft of light. For a 
moment he felt lonely in this big out- 
doors, far from the gay life of New 
York. Then, squaring his shoulders, 
he began to whistle a lively little tune 
as he turned into a big friendly lunch- 
room on the corner. 

Donald Adams, youthful president 
of the Adams Detective Agency, was 
in Arizona searching for a certain 
twenty-five year old girl, who in a 
boasting moment, had stated to him 
with her little jaw set at a determined 
angle that detectives were just ordina- 
ry men after all and she could elude 
the best of them. She was serious so 
the Adams Agency "got busy." The 
men had truly failed. All traces of 
her had vanished. Don took up the 
broken threads in earnest, so we find 
him working in Arizona carrying out 
one of his well known hunches. On 
his walk from the station his eyes had 
narrowed thoughtfully. I wonder if 
.... he began, then he smiled grimly. 
His mind was working rapidly now 
that he had an idea. "The Summer 
Mansion!" he cried exultingly, "I 
never thought of that." 

The next morning, Don was up 
early speeding on his way in the cov- 
eted car, but his destination was not 
Atolina, it was in the opposite direc- 
tion, to Lydia. He traveled steadily 
until he reached the village, then, 
driving up the main street, down a 
wide side street he suddenly swung 
into a spacious well kept drive and 
stopped before a beautiful southern 
mansion of Delphian architecture. He 
jumped out of the machine, taking the 
steps three at a bound, then lifted the 
ponderous brass knocker, letting it fall 
with a heavy bang. The maid ushered 

him into the reception room where he 
seated himself in a padded leather 
chair with well pretended indifference. 
He drew out his gold faced hunting 
watch trying with it carelessly but 
studying the gold face thoughtfully. It 
formed a perfect mirror ! 

Watching the velvet curtains swing 
silently to one side he saw a very 
pretty feminine head thrust through 
the opening carefully observing him 
from the large open doorway. With 
one bound he was out of his chair, 
grabbing her roughly by the arm be- 
fore she could turn to escape. It took 
but a moment to clasp the deadly 
looking handcuffs upon her slender 
wrists. Then he smiled grimly down 
into her upturned face. 

"Caught!" he cried, "you shouldn't 
have come back to your summer home. 
A crook, they say, always returns to 
the, scene of his crime." 

' ' Oh Don ! ' ' she said struggling to 
keep back the tears. "It was such good 
fun. Then you had to come and end it 
all. Will you please take off these 
nasty handcuffs. They are so heavy. 

It was a very satisfied Don who ap- 
peared a month later in New York, 
exclaiming happily, "Meet the wife." 
Fred Sampson '26 



The day before yesterday I had a 
wonderful experience. In fact it was 
so wonderful and remarkable, too, that 
it would be a crime against science not 
to mention it. 

About a week ago I received an air- 
plane with special equipment for alti- 
tude work. I have always been much 
interested in this subject, and haying 
made a careful study of the matter, I 
found that at this season of the year 
the atmosphere serves better for cloud 



climbing than at any other. So with 
the desire for an altitude record I had 
ordered an Adlerika special, with twin 
Spitz-ford motors. From the North- 
ampton gas works, I obtained a large 
quantity of liquid oxygen and placed 
it in a resistant container which was 
awarded a patent just yesterday in the 
name of Julius Caesar Jones, My wing 
spread was enormous that I might bet- 
ter mount the rarer ozones and my 
motors were lubricated with a gas pro- 
ducing agent which I hoped would sup- 
ply enough of a harmless substance 
which would be of invaluable aid when 
the atmosphere became too unstable to 
longer support me. 

On June 23, 1925, fully equipped 
for whatever might come in the line 
of sky-riding, T left the hangar and 
jumped off. I started at about 2.00 
p. m., wishing to derive as much 
benefit as possible from the heavy 
gasses rising from the factories below, 
and limbed steadily for about four 

I had noticed no difficulty in breath- 
ing so far, and the plane swept in 
huge circles like some gigantic bird of 
prey. I was far above the earth now. 
So far, indeed, that it was only barely 
distinguishable, for here and there 
darted soft, fleecy clouds drawn hith- 
er and yon by air currents which did 
not affect the pleasant purr of my 
motor. But by the time my altimeter 
registered five miles, my breath was 
coming shorter and I had to continu- 
ally increase speed to accompish the 
same upward pull. So at this time in 
my memorable flight, I switched on my 
oxygen tank, gave my engines the full 
benefit of the marvelous lubrication 
system installed by K. D. Extensis, and 
settled back to wait for that moment 
when human and mechanical endurance 

could no longer hold out. But mental- 
ly I resolved to last as long as the 
plane; and while there was little hope 
for even a parachute glide down the 
abyss now under me, I vowed to go 
the limit. 

As I approached the world record 
mark, namely, seven miles, I began to 
feel the monotonous grind which comes 
from a prolonged use of pure oxygen ; 
but as yet no actual discomfort was 
felt, and I soared on. 

I reached the seven mile altitude. 
What a thought! Above this no one 
had gone. One mile, or two. and I 
would have established an enviable 
record. The plane herself was puling 
well, and her motors merely buzzed 
louder as we struck those deadly va- 
cant pockets in the Upper World. 

The eight mile altitude came and 
then the nine. Oh ! if only we can make 
that seemingly impossible ten. 

Nine miles and a half above the old 
world and now, with a knife like pang, 
my lungs are racked with a pain, an- 
nouncer of misery to come. Nine 
miles and five-eights and the outer 
motor gives a continual coughing 
which, oddly enough, fits into the 
swaying motion of the plane in a per- 
fect imitation of an intoxicated sailor. 
Nine and three-quarters, a buzzing of 
gigantic bees fills my ears, and my 
heart beats rapidly against a chest 
which heaves with the immense labor 
of supplying sufficient oxygen to sus- 
tain life. Nine miles and seven- 
eighths. Oh ! to turn back ! But no, 
reach that unattainable peak and then, 
what glory ! Upward rose the plane. 
Now the throttle is wide open and the 
wings elevated to their utmost, but the 
climb is halted and broken. I can no 
longer hear the motors because of this 
intolerable noise in my head. My 



vision is becoming blurred, even thru 
the thick goggles with which I am 
provided. Two-hundred more feet ! — 
One hundred fifty ! — One hundred ! — 
Oh, may I endure this torture long 
enough to make it. Fifty feet ! — Thirty- 
five ! — Twenty-five ! — how little and yet 
how great for now we rise only one 
foot in a circle of four or five miles. 
At last — only ten feet more. Can 1 
hold out for the ten or fifteen minutes 
it will take to attain it Another circle 
which raises me two feet. Another and 
yet another, horrible in their monotony 
and suspense. Three feet more now, 
but the palne is fluttering like some 
wounded bird. Once more I turn and 
circle, once more I feel the nausea 
stealing over me as I swoop and flit in 
the unstable air. And now a glance 
at my altimeter shows only one foot to 
go. Around I circle, eyes and brain 
immovable except for that little glass 
indicator. Ah! At last it is reached, 
but with a last fluttering lurch the 
complaining boat has given way, seem- 
ingly beneath me. I fainted then! dis- 
agreeable to admit, but true neverthe- 
less. How I got down I don't know. 
At one thousand feet a strong breeze 
revived consciousness, and I came back 
in time to flatten out my wings, shut 
my motor, and glide. They say my 
lungs will soon be useless, but what do 
1 care. Upon my desk with the Con- 
gressional medal for this flight is my 
little enclosed altimeter with the ar- 
row pointing to the ten mile mark! 

David E. Hoxie '25 

"When The Sophomores Won 
The Game" 

There was keen competition at the 
Braeebridge School of Athletics between 
the Junior and Sophomore besketball 
teams. This competition had led to the 

Juniors challenging their rivals to an 
outdoor basketball game the following 

Ruth L-awton and Rita Ames, captain 
and manager respectively of the 
' ' Soph 's ' ' team, had called practice. 
Miss Shirley, the coach, was intently 
watching the game when Rita, the guard 
tried a long shot from the far end of 
the field. The bal struck the rim and 
bounced off falling into Ruth's capable 
hands, from which it was immediately 
snapped into the basket. The play was 
one that the two girls had studied care- 
fully, but evidently Miss Shirley missed 
the point for her whistle brought the 
game to an abrupt halt. 

"Rita Ames, I'll give you just one 
more trial. If you continue to "play 
for the gallery", it will disqualify you 
for the team, ' ' she said sharply. 

Rita, with burning face, returned to 
her position. A quick jump, and she 
sent the ball spinning toward the bas- 
ket as before, almost subconsciously. 

Miss Shirle3 r stopped the game for a 
second time. "You need not report to 
practice again," she said clearly and 

Rita's face turned ashy and her eyes 
filled with hot tears, for she dearly lov- 
ed this sport. However, she remained 
silent, and left the gymnasium alone. 

On Tuesday she took her room-mate, 
Helen Seymour, to watch practice. Dol- 
ly was too slim and too slow for such a 
responsible position, but the best sub- 
stitute available from the Sophomore 
ranks. Rita did not surrender her gym- 
nasium locker. She could not muster 
sufficient courage to answer the sympa- 
thetic queries of Miss Morris, the super- 
intendant of the gymnasium, for fear 
of ignoble tears. Fortunately, Miss 
Shirley did not press this point. 



The day of the great game arrived. 
Rita, with two ardent "fans", attended 
the game, hopeful but fearful. She 
made a pathetic little figure, in her red 
coat, with its matching "tarn" pulled 
low over her brown "bob." She feared 
Dolly's ability to outwit her formidable 

The game was very close, score tied 
and three minutes to play, when Dolly's 
rival stumbled and aecidently lunged 
into her. Dolly went crashing to the 
floor, and was unconscious. She was 
taken from the field, while Miss Shirley 
caught Rita. "You will have to substi- 
tute. Please hurry and dress," was all 
she said. 

Ruth, in the "gym, " caught Rita's 
arm as she whispered, Don't forget 
your long shot ! ' ' 

The score remained a tie. The game 
was only a matter of seconds when Rita, 
in desperation, tried her long shot. The 
ball struck the back-board, whirled for 
an instant on the rim, and descended 
smoothly through the net just as the 
timer's whistle sounded. 

"Score 12-10 n favor of the Sopho- 
mores," announced Miss Morris, the 
score-keeper. Then, amid cheers and 
shouts, she smiled at Rita, "You won- 
der!" she cried, "Why didn't you tell 
Shirley you could make that long shot ? ' ' 

Rita smiled a little. "Because I did- 
n 't know I could, myself, Miss Morris, ' ' 
she replied. 

Ruth and Miss Shirley arrived breath- 
less. "Dolly's 0. K., thank goodness. 
Rita, you're a wonder, even if you did 
"crab my act!" the former cried. Then 
Miss Shirley linked her arm with Rita's. 
"I think I understand your play iioav, 
Rita," she said quietly, "And I want 
you to coach the Freshman team next 
term. ' ' 

By Hazel E. Holden '25 

A Lucky Shot 

Many boys think that they would 
like to be cow-punchers. Few, how- 
ever, have any conception of the life 
of a range-rider and the hardships, 
privation and danger with which he 
has to put up. 

"Riding in the dust of a thousand 
head" is a nice picturescuie expression 
in print. In practice, the choking dust, 
thirst, heat, and the weariness of 
twenty hours a day in the saddle, takes 
the frosting off the ginger bread for 
those who know what it means in 

A few years ago, I was riding for a 
Nevada outfit who were shipping their 
cattle to Montana, and it was on that 
job that I had an experience which will 
show what a cowboy has to face. We 
were shipping the last bunch from Iron 
Point, The cattle were wild and shy, 
what we called "ornery" and" we had 
our hands full to load them. That 
morning, I was ridin Chipmunk, the 
best cow-pony in my string, and so the 
boss told me to stay on my horse, and 
keep the loading pen at the bottom of 
the chute full. 

A loading chute is made narrow so 
that the animals cannot turn around; 
but two cows got wedged into the 
doorway of the car, and the animals 
behind them, crazy with fright, began 
to back. The big steer in front of me, 
began to bellow and rearing tried to 
turn around. I landed the end of my 
whip on his nose and he dropped. 
Then there was a kicing. thrashing 
and twisting of his head, and, before 
I could reign Chipmunk, he had 
turned, and his horns were under my 


In trying to get away from the big 
head over me, I twisted to one side 
and my hand struck against the butt of 



my colt. I was dazed by my fall and 
the unexpectedness of what had hap- 
pened ; and it was only by instinct that 
I pulled the gun and pointed it blindly 
upward at a gleaming horn and fired. 

A rushing weight came down upon 
me, sparks flashed before my eyes, and 
I fell back unconscious. The next 
thing that I remembered was being 
lifted with the foreman's arm about 
my shoulder, the boys standing anx- 
iously around, and one of the tram 
crew splashing water into my face. 

My lucky shot had knocked off one 
of the animal's horns, and stunned 
him. When the outfit dragged him off 
from me, they thought I was dead, for 
I was covered with blood from the 
broken horn. One of my legs, a should- 
er, and a hip were badly bruised, and 
I had to be carried out to camp. I had 
a narrow shave that day, and yet it 
was only one of the many unforseen 
events which are likely to happen to 
any cow-puncher in the course of his 
day's work. 

Barry Gray, '26. 

My Prize 

One bright morning in January, the 
snow sparkling and dazzling one's 
eyes, I started out on my first and only 
fox hunt. 

At first I was unsuccessful in find- 
ing any sign of a fox, but just as I 
was about to give up the hunt, I came 
across a fresh fox track. I was much 
excited at first, and followed the trail 
for about two hours. By this time, I 
had traveled a long distance and was 
in a land of ledges and laurel. The 
trail was now very fresh, and I was 
so excited that my knees trembled like 
leaves in an autumn wind. 

Perhaps it was a sixth sense — or 
what was it? — but I had the feeling 

that something was looking at me from 
behind. I had many conflicting emo- 
tions straggling within me. With a 
quick jerk I cocked "Old Faithful," 
my twenty-two, and turned. About 
twenty yards from me, I saw a pair of 
black ears. I was so startled at first 
that I didn't know what to do, but I 
automatically pulled my gun to my 
shoulder and fired. If I remember cor- 
rectly, I shut my eyes when I fired. On 
that account I felt sure that I had 
missed. And yet, what was that over 
in the laurel? Yes, it was the head of 
a fox. Luck had been with me, I had 
shot a fox. All that I can remember 
on the way home was the fear that 
someone would rob me of my prize. 

Clary Snow '28. 

The Workshop 

On a sunshiney day in June, I was in 
my grandfather's garden. It was a fine 
garden with many pretty flowers and 
vines. And in the farther corner of the 
flowery mass, we found a little "work- 
shop" which quite surprised me. But 
grandfather seemed not at all distrubed ; 
he simply smiled and carefully lifted 
off the roof. And what a workshop !— 
the greatest little factory I had ever 
seen, — a beehive ! 

Grandfather kept smiling and showed 
me all the little combs, drones and busy 
workers. Some of the combs seemed to 
be entirely filled with honey, but others 
were newly made — so grandfather said 
— and would be used soon. 

We did not see the queen, but my 
guide told me that that fine lady was 
in one of the lower stories superintend- 
ing more work of the same nature as 
that which we were inspecting. "Her 
Majesty" was a fine looking bee and 
was respected by all her servants. When 



the bees wished to swarm and seek a 
new hive, she did not go, but the home- 
hunters chose as their leader, a newly 
raised queen. 

My grandfather informed me that the 
drones of the ''crowd" were those that 
did not work, but depended upon their 
fellow-workers to feed and care for 
them. The bees of a hive eat ''honey- 
bread." It sounds very good and pro- 
bably the bees find it so. 

These bees belonged to grandfather 
and of course he cared for them. He 
had a sort of a veil and gloves which 
lie wore to protect himself from their 
stings while he was gathering the honey 
from the hives. He told me that by 
pumping smoke into the hive he could 
gather honey without danger. 

Before I came away grandfather ask- 
ed me if I had thought that the school 
house might be likened to a bee hive. I 
replied that it seemed that the drones 
of a hive might be compared to those 
scholars who spend their time in idle- 


ness, and that Avell-filled combs of honey 
were like the lessons which are satisfac- 
torily prepared. 

Hadley Wheeler '27 

Departure of The Swallow 

And is the swallow gone? 

Who beheld it? 

Which way sail'd it? 
Farewells bade it none. 

No mortal saw it go- 
But who doth hear 
Its summer cheer 

As it flittith to and fro? 

So the freed spirit flies! 

From its surrounding clay 

It steals away 
Like the swallow from the sky. 

Whither? Wherefore doth it go? 

'Tis all unknown; 

We feel alone, 
That a void is left below. 

Carroll L. Clark 



Some may long for the soothing touch 

Of lavender, cream, and mauve, 
But the ties I wear must have the glare 
Of a red hot kitchen stove. 
The books I read, and the life I lead 
Are sensible, sane, and mild, 
I like calm hats, and I don't wear spats 
But I want my neckties wild. 


Out from the open spaces 

Out from the great unknown, 
Come life's worries and sadness 

Into the peaceful home. 

Knocking, they take their places 

In hearts, unwilling homes, 
Searching for all life's badness 

Or passing o 'er like foam. 

Wounding our hearts and our minds 

Trouble and pain both mingle, 
Leaving joy far far behind 

They come, both double and single. 

Glenn E. Adams '25. 

Give me a wild tie, brother 
One with a cosmic urge! 
A tie that will swear, rip, and tear 
When it sees my old blue serge. 

O, some will say that a gent's cravat 

Should only be seen not heard, 

But I want a tie, that will make men cry 

And render their vision blurred 

I yearn, I long for a tie so strong 

It will take two men to tie it, 

If such there be, just show it to me 

Whatever the price I'll buy it! 

Give me a wild tie, brother 

One with a lot of sins 

A tie that wall blaze 

With a hectic haze 

Down where the vest begins. 

Dartmouth Jack-o-Lwntem. 




Listen, my friends, and you shall hear 
Of the midnight ride of the measles queer; 
They nearly wreck 'd the Gypsy Rover, 
And pepper 'd our basketball team all over. 

Out of complexions, clear and white, 
The magic dots come fiery bright; 
"Sick," says the nurse as she sends you home. 
To sit with your measles all alone. 

Helen Merritt '27. 

Fancies of a Dreamer 

Two little pools of deep sky blue, 
Two morsels that glisten like morning dew, 
A pair of small lakelets aquiver with fun, 
Reflecting and mocking the noonday sun. 

Lond silv'ry willows border each lake; 
Their lithe, Grecian bodies shiver and shake, 
Stretching their sinewy lengths so trim, 
Warring, fantastically, each tiny limb. 

Just over head drift the clouds of Gold. 
(Changed by the Sun's magic rays, I'm told) 
Floating, just floating, lazily down. 
Almost carressing the 'Alice Blue' gown. 

But those pools are eyes of purest blue! 
These willows are lashes, emblems of You! 
And the clouds are wisps of silken hair, 
Of the girl, in this world, whom I deem most 

David E. Hoxie '25. 

The Radio You Buy 

Easy to wire and loud in speech, 
Easy to tune and long in reach, 
Others do it and so, perchance, 
You'll get Germany, England and France. 

F. La Valley '25. 

"The Black Bus" 

When the truck comes 'round each morn 
And it blows its tuneful horn, 
With great noise a hurrying horde 
Rushes upon the running board. 

Bright and new it seems to us, 
The black and shiny auto bus, 
That carries us to school each day, 
In any weather, any way. 

Quite unlike the barefoot boy, 
We hail the bus with unfeigned joy. 
To the school, we never trudge, 
For if it's late, we need not budge. 

When at school, we have arrived 
Each one takes a running slide 
The bus goes back to wait once more, 
For the coming-home of the twenty-four. 

R. Merritt '27 


We are the class of Twenty-five, 
With manners Rough and Ready 

Of course we have our little flings 
But you'll sometimes find us steady. 

We are the champions of the World 
You'll grant us this concession 

When we add, we mean our ability 
To keep on P. M. session. 

We're gentle, modest, and benign 
We don't go in for rooting 

Save when stern necessity calls 

And our own class horn needs tooting. 

The one with lungs most lusty 

In afore said occupation 
Is Robert Franklin, or plain Ben 

Of phonographic inoculation. 

And then comes Smiley curly-pate 

With head gear quite Satanic 
But the way those curls can get the girls 
Puts us other guys in a panic. 

The Elizabeths are next in line, 
And line is not a string here 

For admirers you see to left to right 
Forever standing near. 

And there 's Glenn Adams, witty sheik 
Whose stories are quite clever. 

The envy of Tess Holden 

Whose poems, our heart chords sever. 

Our hats are off to Trudie Dobbs 
Whose littleness sticks by her 

And to Dave Hoxie, class night-hawk 
Who refuses "to retire." 



Another Nash, our old friend Bruce 

With manner truly greedy 
Has monopolized our reference room 

Which fact is somewhat seedy. 

So we'll take next into our ken 

Our Rover boy LaV alley 
Who fills his time with wonderings 

As to "what's become of Sally." 

Then there are Margaret, Lib, and Ed 

The wizards of our class 
Who take the stiffest quizzes 

Either singly or "en masse." 

We pity poor Ruth Atherton 
Whose footsteps must be wary, 

To dare to pass those dole-ful tombs 
Must take a heart not scary. 

Here's to the sheik of Lithia 

His surname is called Barrus 
And to Bill Purrington whose ball-bat 

Was purchased just to scare us. 

The only calm girls in the class 
Are Mary Wells and Carrol Clark 

The tricks those girls don't do, but could 
Would fill a flour barrel. 

But everything must have an end, 

As well as a beginning 
So here we stop, tho' still on top 

At our own praises singing. 

Darby Cook 



This year "Burgy" High School 
started right in after the summer va- 
cation with the resolve to make herself 
known in athletics as well as in studies. 
As a result a field was entered that has 
not been touched for several years, and 
we started off with a soccer team. Al- 
thouh we were handicapped by lack 
of numbers, we made up for that with 
ambition, and by playing every class in 
the game as represented on the team, 
and even using the coach to practice 
against we started off the season by 
playing Smith Academy at Hatfield. 
The entire school and faculty going 
over to root for us. We came back de- 
feated eight to one, but we had learned 
some things about the game that we 
did not know before. Thus we went 
through the season, fighting the P. M. 
session which caused serious casualty 
after serious casualty in our line. The 
final and last game of the season was 
against Smith Agricultural School and 
from them in a ten minute over time 
period we won our final game with a 
score of one to nothing. 

With the soccer season barely ended 
the basketball season began. At the 
first call for men we came out twenty- 
two strong from which to pick our five. 
Our first game was with Conway and 
in an over-time period we were defeat- 
ed by two fouls. This game was fast 

but there were many ragged holes on 
both sides as the number of fouls 
showed up and we came back to prac- 
tice resolved to smooth out the rough 
spots. Mr. Merritt came out and took 
charge of the second team for us, and 
it improved rapidly under his care, and 
meantime our first team began to have 
difficulties with the P. M. session list 
once more. We went up to Chester to 
meet a second defeat but our second 
team came through with a win so there 
was one drop of sweet to offset the bit- 
ter. Barrus was the figure of interest 
in that game as he held his place near 
the Chester basket and his long arms 
looped the ball high over the head of 
his greatly disgusted and highly irri- 
tated guard. 

Our next game was with the Holyoke 
ConQTCsrational Church and the night 
that we went over there Goodwin 
missed the truck, as a result we were 
one forward shy and were defeated by 
a foul and one basket. 

Mr. Merrittt had now taken over the 
coaching of our first team and made 
several changes on the team, shifting 
Nash from center to guard and plac- 
ing Purrington in the center position 
With this lineup we practiced several 
very pretty plays and had fair success 
with them against our cocky second 
team who had started a winning streak 



and defeated four rivals in succession. 
On January 16 in a blinding snow 
storm we started for our old rivalr 
over in Ashfield and after pulling and 
hauling and getting stuck in the snow 
the majority of the team got through 
Avith the truck while some of its mem- 
bers were still enroute via a sleigh 
ride. As usual we found trouble over 
there as the Ashfield team was smart- 
ing under the effects of a bad defeat 
of its second team and came out to 
meet our first team with blood in their 
eyes. We were defeated, but we evened 
the score on our own floor by a final 
score more than double that of Sand- 
erson's, later on in the season. 

A few bright spots come back to our 
memory as we recall the games of the 

last basketball season, two of the most 
notable being the "comeback" staged 
in the second game with the "Congo" 
Church of Holyoke, and the defeat on 
their own floor of the Annunciation 
Cadets. The seniors leaving us this 
year take four good men from our 
team but the horizon is bright for next 
year as with Goodwin to lead them our 
team of "seconds" should make a 
name well worth remembering for the 

Baseball season is now on and so far 
we have been handicapped by general 
conditions. The Seniors are busy and 
regular practice h as been impossible 
but even so we still hope to write at 
the end of the season, "We have met 
the enemy and they are ours." 



CLASS OF 1926 

Here are the Juniors. Never know 
it would you? They paraded up to 
room 1 with the idea that they would 
have Miss D. and the Senior Class at 
their feet and though one of the girls, 
Marguerite Former has succeeded, the 
rest have failed but don't know it. 

There's Milton Howes who would 
make a corking good soccer player only, 
—alas, — he left the cork out of his wis- 
dom tank one night and had to hunt 
through several P. M. sessions to find 

A direct opposite of the easy going 
Mit. is Jib Goodwin. He just can't 
smile, — when he's asleep. Sad, isn't it? 

Helen Roberge, the telephone girl, 
and Dick Manwell have been trotting 
around together quite a little lately. 
You see Dick wants to be a reporter and 
Helen gets the news for him, red-hot 
and then some. 

Barry Gray is a good sport and is 
very quiet and gentle but take warning, 
— don't get him to laughing! 

Vicky and Bessie Kempkes are always 
seen together. Do they like each other 
or do they meet to compare notes on 
how to vamp Dick Bissell who is guar- 
anteed lady-proof since that not-so-far- 
off night when Trudie Dobbs smecked 
his wrist for holding her hand. 

Here's Fred Sampson, class humorist. 
He's never happy unless he can be late 
and enter the room with Norman. You- 
've heard of hero worship . before but 
maybe Fred thinks "Two heads are 
better than one." 

Tho the Juniors are small they are 
clever and some are studious, so if they 
do not diminish further in mental and 
physical ability they may become that 
100% perfect class of Seniors which 
Supt. Merritt believes we shall attain 
some day. 



CLASS OF 1927 

I think the Sophomores are the 
rarest class in high school, in fact they 
are too rare for the Seniors. We all 
know that the class of '27 has two 
members of Merritt, and from its fa- 
vored ones the Gypsy Rover wisely 
selected its leading lady, and needed 
all the girls for its musical members. 

The Sophies are noted for the time 
they have spent in trying to persuade 
Miss Merrified that she only gave them 
from Page 23-30 instead of Page 23-37 
as she probably did. But previous to 
this, two of the boys had acquired the 
reputation of arguing a point out of 
sight. The Sophies are taking French 
this year, they go around the halls very 
pre-occupied in studying the irreguki 
verbs, of which they are so fond. 

Packard, their president, has taken 
up horse-back riding. This is evident in 
the Mediaeval and Modern History 
class, as he is constantly changing his 
seat. Why don't you use a pillow, 

Field, Emerick and Coogan of this 
class formerly used "mum" for their 
pass word, but what we can't under- 
stand is when Jackie Coogan did his 
studying for the wonderful recitationc 
he gave in the French class. Maybe 
Jackie is just naturally amorous 
though. How about it Grace? You 
ought 'a know! 

Wonderful things are expected from 
the neat and carefully arranged work- 
shop of Hadley Wheeler. Blackboards 
for the Assembly Hall and a quartered 
oak bookcase would be gratefully ac- 

We would like to suggest, too, that 
Miss Peg Nash take charge of the Lost 
and Found Department or, maybe, she 
has learned her lesson; have you, Peg? 

But never mind 1927, you're a great 
old class just the same— Nothing is 
too hard for you — 'except some of the 
Spark Plugs left in the candy cup- 
board by the Seniors when they went 
on their far famed Boston trip. 



CLASS OF 1928 

When Miss Pratt saw the Freshmen 
come into their first class with her, she 
thought that the first grade had wand- 
ered into the upper parts of the build- 
ing. But Ave still have hopes, as some 
of them can now see over the tops of 
their desks. 

Poster, their first president has had 
great asperations in making up to one 
of the Senior girls. 

Mister Walter Algustocky is extreme- 
ly noted as the "Beau Brummel" of 
the Freshmen Class, also as "leur petit 
enfant. ' ' 

We hope, by the time '"Barney Snow 
comes back to school he will have found 
a new brand of perfume. 

Mildred Roberge, although very 
small, has bright ideas such as this Mr. 
Johnson do all algebra equations used 
with the formula have the same answer? 

It seems Evelyn Atherton has all 
hopes of becoming a house-keeper and 
has started early to train. Well Evelyn 
we all wish you luck. 

Mary Dansereau it seems was quite 

taken with some of the Senior Boys. 
But Mae will have to look farther than 
W. H. S. for them after this year. 

We would like to ask "Pete" Frenier 
if he has been to Mars yet? 

Clara Atherton may be small in some 
ways but we've all heard the saying 
"Little but oh! my!" 

Logia Kmit is the prim little Fresh- 
man but "Still water runs deep." 

Pauline Webb and Mary Black have 
attained a reputation for being good 
students as well as all-round sports. 

Glenn Shaw has been working all the 
year to adorn his report card with all 
A's and has succeeded. Keep it up 
Glenn and you'll be a member of the 
Pro Merito Society. 

We are expecting by next year to 
have a post office installed so Lottie 
Stempkowski and Norman Goodwin 
won't have to carry their notes back 
and forth. 

We all envy Eliabeth Pennington and 
Winifred Wrathall their curly hair but 
as it wont do us any good we must be 



It muct cost Ruby "Wade a great deal 
for shoe leather; she is so far from W. 
H. S. 

Although Warren McAvoy is only a 
Freshman, you might think he was a 
high and dignified Senior the way he 
drives his new ford. 

Henry Drake is fast becoming known 
by those who pass by the hotel about 
four or five o'clock in the afternoon. 

We now know that the reason Mar- 
jorie Otis stays so thin is because she 
has to pass the cemetary so often. 

Prances Lloyd, we understand, has 
developed a great liking in the past year 
for riding on the cars, because of some 
of the conductors. 

For dependability and industry we 
take our hats off to Leroy Weeks. 

Don't take these slams too hard 
Freshmen, and cheer up ! You '11 be 
Sophomores next year if you have good 

Clara Ames is another petite Freshie, 
shy but winsome. Her bright blue eyes 
seem to dazzle the boys. 




President — David Hoxie 
Vice-President — Hazel Holden 
Secretary and Treasurer- 
Elizabeth Kempkes 
Executive Committee — 
Bruce Nash, Edward Foster, 
Milton Howes. 
The Debating Sobiety, while not as 
energetic and triumphant as that of a 
year ago has, nevertheless, done a few 
things to make it worthy of mention. 
Debates were held on the following 
questions : 

Resolved: That the United States 
should abandon her policy of isolation 
from foreign affairs. Won by the affir- 

Resolved: That the president should 
be elected by popular vote. Won by 
the affirmative. 

Resolved: That the railroads of the 

United States should be sectionally 
consolidated. Won by the negative. 

Resolved : That there should be only 
one session in this high school. 

Resolved : That we should have no 
after-noon session. Both won by af- 

The above program contains several 
impromptu debates which afforded ex- 
cellent amusement while we waited 
for the judge's formal decision. We 
also were amused by various piano 
soloists, including Robert Smiley and 
Edward Foster. 

Tho the graduation of most of the 
officers this year will make it hard next 
fall we sincerely hope that those fol- 
lowing will strive as earnestly as we 
have for the "use of and ability to 
speak, better English." 

The Boston Trip 

On the morning of May 4, we started 
out gay and excited on our trip to Bos- 
ton, with Miss Dunphy and Mr. Merritt 
as chaperones. We were late in start- 
ing, due to Smiley 's delay in dressing. 
Except for a slight shower and two flat 
tires we arrived 0. K. at Worcester at 
12.00 o'clock when we had lunch. The 
trip from Worcester to Boston was plea- 
sant but uneventful. Due to the expert 
driving of Foster, Cook, Breckenridge 
and LaV alley, we were ushered safely 
to Rutland Square through the congest- 
ed traffic. All was excitment till every 
one was "dolled up" for the evening's 
entertainment at Keith's. We refrain 
from telling too much about the insom- 
nia of that night, but by two o'clock 
quiet reigned. 

We shall not forget the enjoyable day 
we spent Tuesday, under the direction 
of Mr. Frank A. Brooks, when we visit- 
ed Boston Harbor, Long Island, 
Charlestown Prison, City Hall and 
State House. That evening we attend- 
ed the Musical Comedy — "Rose Marie", 
where much difficulty in locating the 
seats we wanted, but then some were 
satisfied. "The after-theatre lunch" 
was tasty and well served. We recom- 
mend the ' ' Elizabeths" ! 

Wednesday we had a most enjoyable 
trip to Lexington and Concord where 
we visited many historical places of in- 
terest. We noticed that many of the 
girls were more interested in "Charlie" 
the guide, than in history but by the 
amount of souvenirs she bought we 
know that one of them will not forget 
the trip. That afternoon the crowd 



divided visiting the various public 
buildings. That evening we enjoyed the 
Musical Comedy, "No, No, Nanette" 
where' some of us changed our minds 
about "going onto the stage." We 
wonder if one of our party really did 
wait at the stage a.s he wished to. The 
lunch that night was served not so ela- 
borate, but served with more "pep." 
Ask "Ben" (Bob Nash) about the hook! 
Thursday morning we started out on 
the "Ancient and Modern Boston" trip 
where we visited the Navy Yard, Bun- 
ker Hill Monument and many other 
points of interest. We wonder how 
Elizabeth O'Neil enjoyed her visit to 

"Old Ironsides" and why "Ben" mis- 
sed his step after visiting Bunker Hill 

That afternoon many stunts were per- 
formed, the most important of which 
was a "shopping tour" under the care- 
in 1 guidance of Elizabeth Burke. With 
joy in our hearts because it was over, 
we started home at 4.00 o'clock stopping 
only at Spencer where we had supper. 
That night when we reached home we 
appreciated more than ever the efforts 
on the part of the members of the class 
and of all those who helped to make 
our trip possible. 



Meg; Rob's foster mother Alice Nash 
Zara; Belle of the Gypsy Camp 

Gertrude Dobbs 
Marto; Meg's husband. Darby Cook 
Sinfo; Gypsy lad in love with Zara 

Bruce Nash 

Rob; The Gypsy Rover Robert Nash 

Lady Constance ; Daughter of Sir Geo. 

Martindale Ruth Tetro 

Lord Craven; EngMsh fop 

Wilbur Purringion 
Sir Geo. Martindale; English Country 
Gentleman David Hoxie 

Nina ; Second daughter' of Sir Geo. 

Elizabeth Burke 

Capt. Jerome ; Capt of English Army 

Edward Foster 
Sir Toby Lyon; Society Butterfly 

Robert Smiley 
MeCorkle ; Song publisher of London 

Edwin Breckenridge 

Lackey ; Servant Frederick LaV alley 

Chorus; Sir George's English Girls and 

Gypsy Under graduates 

Two very successful performances 
were given in the Williamsburg Town 
Hall, February 19 and 29th. The 
Gypsy Camp near London with its 
changing scenes was especially realistic 
and the groups with their gay colors 
were very effective against the natural 
green background. "Gypsy Rob" (Bob 
Mash) was greatly appreciated by the 
audience both as a son and lover; the 
many songs which he rendered during 



the evening were especially entertain- 
ing. The visit of Lady Constance (Ruth 
Tetro) and Lord Craven, her English 
lover, (Bill Purrington) whose clever 
lines and "doneha knows" were highly 
enjoyed by all, started the romance. 
This developed fairly well during the 
absence of Lord Craven when he went 
"to look after the horses." The arrival 
of the hunting party introduced to us 
Sir Ceo. Martindale (David Hoxie) 
who played hsi part extremely well. 

Act iJ opened in the home of Sir Geo. 
and developed the romance by the 
-second meeting of the lovers and their 
promise of "constancy." An elopement 
was planned which was overheard by 
by Lord Craven and made known to 
Sir George who planned to arrest and 
imprisonment of Gypsy Rob. 

Act III opened after the lapse of two 

years and revealed the mystery of the 
lost heir to the Sir Gilbert Haine estate 
who proved to be Gypsy Rob, having 
having been kidnapped years before by 
Meg (Alice Nash) and Marto (Darby 

The audience greatly appreciated the 
singing and acting of the two Sopho- 
more girls (Ruth Tetro and Alice Nash) 
who took part in this play. The Seniors 
were very grateful for their willingness 
to help them in raising money for the 
class trip. 

During the sudden illness of Ruth 
Tetro. the class was very fortunate in 
obtaining the services of two West 
Springfield High School girls who play- 
ed their parts in an excellent manner. 

At a later date the performance was 
repeated at which Ruth Tetro proved 
her excellent talent. 


Sept. 2 — School opened today. Many 
little kindergarten folks asked for Miss 
Merrineld's room. Foiled! T'was only 
the younger generation of Freshmen. 
There was a change in the faculty this 
year, Mr. Johnson taking Mr. Clough's 
place and Miss Pratt taking Miss 

Oct. 1 — Upper classmen s belts in evi- 
dence. Guess the rest! 

Oct, 8 — Freshmen weren't so fresh 
after tonight. They were put through 
the same difficult (?) stunts. 

Oct. 31. — Hallowe'en Party given by 
the Sophomores. The costumes added 
much to the enjoyment of the evening. 

Nov. 10. — First meeting of Debating 
Society at which the officers were elect- 

Nov. 25. — All out for Thanksgiving 
recess. The usual indigestion attacks 

Dec. 5. — Basketball season opened. 
W. H. S. journeyed to Conway. Miser- 
able weather, "doneha know." 

Dee. 18. — Xmas party given by the 
Juniors. The mistletoe caused the usual 

Dec. 19-29. — Xmas Vacation. 

Jan. 1. — New Year's Day. No school. 

Jan. 2. — Basketball team went to 
Holyoke for first game of the New Year. 

Jan. 6. — Team played St. Michaels' 
at Hamp. Lost as usual. Very good 
Jan. 9. — Debate held. 

Jan. 9. — Another game at W. H. S. 
against Chester High. There was a 
wonderful moon and should have had a 
soothing effect but, did it? 

Jan. 16. — Sleighride to Ashfield to 
see game against Sanderson Academy. 
An awful snow storm but we got there, 
and back at 4.30 A. M. 



Feb. 6.— W. H. S. defeated 2nd Con- 
gregational Church of Holyoke ai 
Burgy in an overtime period. Several 
of the players also took several Holyoke 
girls home. Who were the guilty ones? 

Feb. 13.— W. H. S. defeats Sander- 
son Academy at Burgy, 33-12. 

Feb. 19-20.— "The Gypsy Rover" 
given. A great success. Our leading- 
lady was sick but we obtained another 
by a fast ride to West Springfield. Miss 
Nettie Epstein on the first night and 
Miss Esther Dickinson the second. 

Feb. 23. — Washington's Birthday 
being on Sunday we had Monday off. 

Feb. 23. — Mr. Johnson ill with meas- 

Feb. 27-March 9.— Vacation. 

March 12. — First game of series with 
Outlaws for town championship. W. H. 
S. 17, Outlaws 34. 

March 25. — Outlaws won title from 
High School in two overtime periods. 
Score 28-26. 

April 1. — Seniors gave a supper. 

April 17. — Gave the "Gypsy Rover" 
again. Had our own leading lady this 

April 20. — Celebrated Patriots' Day 
on Monday. 

May 1-11. — Vacation. 

May 4-7.— Seniors' Boston trip. Did 
they have a good time ? M-m-m- ! ! 

May 15. — Debate held. 

May 22. — Junior-Senior Prom. The 
sidelines enjoyed themselves by throw- 

ing "serpentines" and confetti. 

May 28. — Seniors had pictures taken. 
Did they leave the camera intact? 

June 3. — Undergraduates had their 
pictures taken by Mr. Newhall. 



Alvan Ban us 

■Dai by Cook 
*±vlaigareit Kempkes 

Elizabeth O 'Neil 
"Robert Smiley 


Ruth Atherton 

Glenn Adams 

Elizabeth Burke 

Edwin Bieckenridge 

Can oil Clark 
Gertrude Dobbs 

Edward Foster 

Hazel Holden 

David Hoxie 

Frederick LaValley 
*iJBruce Nash 

Robert Nash 

Wilbur Purrington, Jr. 

Mary Wells 
*Pupils belonging to the Honor Group 

The following members have a part in the 
Graduation Exercises. 
Address of Welcome — Edward Foster 
Class Histoiy — William Purrington, Jr. 
Class Prophecy — David Hoxie 
Prophecy on Prophet — Elizabeth O 'Neil 
Class Oration — Margaret Kempkes 
Class Will — Bruce Nash 
Class Grinds — Darby Cook 
Farewell Address — Robert Smiley 




Class of 1924 

Richard Breckenridge, Wentworth 
Institute, Boston. 

Mary Burke, Westfield Normal 

Millie Dansereau, North Adams Nor- 
mal School. 

Donna Emrick, Northampton Com- 
mercial College. 

Frederick Field, at home. 

Alice Graves, teacher at Westhamp- 

Alma Graves. Pratt Institute, Brook- 
lyn, N. Y. 

Eleanor Mansfield, Burnham School, 

Flora Manwell, Northfield Seminary. 
Francis Manwell, Deerfield Academy 
Edward Schuler, Northampton Com- 
mercial College. 

Ruth Smart, at home. 
Anita Smith, Boston University. 
Daisy Wait, Boyden's Restaurant, 

Ruth Wait, Northampton Commer- 
cial College. 

Charles Watling, Northampton Com- 
mercial College. 

Wenonah Webb, North Adams Nor- 
mal School. 
Marriages : 

Annie Bates '23 to Herbert Lawton. 
Mildred Atherton '22 to Clayton 

Clifford Loomis '20, to Erma Bald- 
Graduating this June: 

Margaret Trainor '23, North Adams 
Normal School. 

Robert Brown '21, University of 

Bernard Mansfield '21, Catholic Uni- 
versity, Washington, D. C. 

Ruth Nutting '21, Attending Colum- 
bia University, New York. 
Positions this past year: 

Rowena Damon '22, teaching at Hat- 

Bartley Gordon '23, Government Po- 
sition. Washington, D. C. 

Helen Tetro '23, Haydenville Sav- 
ings Bank. 

Helena Breguet '23, Hairdresser at 

Alice Damon '22, Hampden County 
Improvement League, Springfield. 

Mildred Heath '22, Springfield News 


For many years the month of June 
has ushered in commencement week. 
Many classes in these years have left 
the parent school and are now scattered 
in many cities and in many states. 
Many heartfelt farewells, many tears of 
regret have stifled speech ; only a trem- 
bling hand conveyed that which the 
tongue refused, to parting classmates. 

This year the departing class will 
have the same farewells as have those of 
other years. Will you too. in the course 
of a year or two, forget the night — for- 
get the school ? Will you in the friend- 
ship of college years or in the rush of 
commercial pursuit, forget the duties 
you owe to the Alumni Association you 
joined that eventful week? Now, you 
would say, "Never! a thousand times, 
never," Do you know, many a class has 
said the same words, and — well — time 
has changed them. 

Year after year, the secretary sends 
out many cards and receives no res- 



ponse. They are read "by blind eyes and 
received by cold hearts. For those, who 
are away, and find it impossible to re- 
Turn, a card of regret would be appre- 
ciated by the few at home. For it would 
show them that you. at least have an 
interest in the work. For those at home, 
we need your presence and backing in 

order to make this a live organization. 
As this great week again approaches, let 
us catch the new life with which the 
hills and valleys are teeming, and res- 
pond with a will and desire to make 
this Alumni Association one hundred 
per cent efficient. 

John Brequet '23 





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Teacher: "When are triangles con- 
congruent ? ' ' 

La Valley: (in his deep bass voice): 
'When they are the same shape, size 
and color." 

Hazel Holden asked Mr. Johnson in 
Chemistry one morning why they 
gave salt to the cattle if the chlorine 
in it was poisonous. Merrill Bisbee 
piped out: "To make corned beef." 

Bill P.: "Ben, to demonstrate your 
expert knowledge of the Bible, sup- 
pose you give us a quotation. 

Rare Ben: "And Judas went and 
hanged himself." 

Bill: "Aw, that's too short, give us 

Rare Ben: "Go thou and do like- 

Hoxie in discussion on cotton : 
Without cotton goodness knows 
what we would do for B. V. D's. 

What Seniors Hope For 

Signed diplomas. 


Less scrap paper. 

Death of Cicero. 

No intelligence test. 

Single Session. 

No P. M. Session. 

An average of C — at least, 

"What on earth are you wearing all 
those coats for?" asked the neighbor. 

"Well," was the reply, "I'm going 
to paint my barn, and the directions 
on the paint can say, 'For best results 
put on three coats." 

Miss Merrifield: "LaValley, what is 
the date of the beginning of American 

LaValley: "I don't know." 

Miss Merrifield: "One year later 

than the settlement of Jamestown in 


LaValley: "Oh yes! 1606." 



After this good old class had gradu- 
ated, Elizabeth O'Neil took up the art 
of fortune telling as a means of live- 
lihood. One day Trebe Smiley came 
along and asked for his future. 

"Well," quoth Bessie, "I won't try 
tokid you, but I can tell you who your 
wife will be, honest." 

"Shoot," said Trebe exultingly. 

"Mrs. Eobert Smiley, Esquire," was 
the disappointing reply. 

The lady remarked: "Hobo, did you 
notice that pile of wood in the yard?" 

Hobo: "Yes'm I seen it." 

Lady: "You should mind your 
grammar. You mean you saw it." 

Hobo: "No'm. You saw me see it, 
but you ain't see me saw it." 

Elderly lady meeting several little 
boys with a dog. 

"Little boys what are you going to 
do with that little dog?" 

Jimmie: 'We're going to give it to 
the one that can tell the biggest lie." 

Lady: "That isn't very nice, you 
mustn't tell lies. Look how old I am, 
and I have never told a lie." 

Jimmie : ' ' Gee, fellers, give her the 

Miss Merrifield had just finished 
reading a number of short poems, when 
Betty Burke exclaimed, "Short, 
they Miss Merrifield?" 

Little Benny had a fit, 
His father didn't notice it. 
It didn't hurt Ben a bit. 
In fact it was a benefit. 


When in Boston, Bob Smiley entered 
the subway, forgot himself and 
thought he was at Rutland Square. 
He turned and went out and it cost 
him another dime to rejoin the crowd. 

Bruce Nash was mixing a milk shake 
up in Jenkins' store this spring. Bar- 
rus, being inquisitive wanted to know 
what it was. On being informed, he 
exclaimed. "They don't have those in 

Mr. Newlywed: "This self starter 
won't work, there's a short-circuit 

Mrs. Newlywed: "Get out and 
lengthen it dear." — Ex. 

Father: "Why are you always at 
the foot of the class?" 

Son: "It doesn't make any differ- 
ence, they teach the same at both 
ends."— Ex. 

Miss Pratt: "Where was the con- 
stitution drawn up?" 

Bessie O'Neil: "In Philadelphia." 

Miss Pratt: "Very good! In what 

Bessie : ' ' Tammany. ' ' 

Tn study period one day Miss Merri- 
field called one of the quiet (?) Fresh- 
man to her desk. He walked up and 
put his gum in the basket. Terrible 
to have a guilty conscience like that ! 

Miss Merrifield (In Junior English) : 
"What marked the close of the IV 
period of Engish Literature? 

Goodwin: "Chaucer's death." 

Miss M: "But ... I mean . . . what 

Goodwin: (seized at last with that 
little germ of intelligence): "His 

Rules for Freshmen 

1. Never be on time, It isn't done 

2. Never answer questions. That's 
what teachers are for. 



Things That Drive the Teachers Crazy : 
' I forgot the lesson. " 
"I didn't have time to study." 
"I forgol my pencil." 
"Shall we write on both sides of the 

"T didn't hear the question." 
"How shall we fold our papers?" 
"Do we have to write in ink?" 
"My themes have been stolen." 
"May T borrow a pen?" 
"I left my paper home." 
"I left it in the Assembly Hall." 
'"How many points shall we carry 

this out?" 

In French class: "Shall we write it 

in French?" 

"May r get a reference book?" 
"What am I on 'Detention List' 


"May T speak to so and so?" (after 

notes have passed V 
"Watching the Seniors! 

R, Nash '25. 

They say that sailors have a girl in 
every port, but a "W. H. S. Senior has 
one on every davenport. 

Tt seems that one of those charming 
Sophomores is kidding a couple of 

Seniors along. She wears one's pin 
and the other's ring. Pretty profit- 
able ! X'est-ce pas! 

woman wanted to know how Revere 
could see the lanterns in the Old 
North Church with all the elevated 
structure in the way. 

Charlie our lecturer in Boston, told 
us. when we passed the spot where 
Paul Revere stood, that a Philadelphia 

We Would Like To See 

Glenn Adams drop math. 

Eliz. Burke not looking for Ibid. 

Alvan Barrus with his hair combed. 

Mary Wells run. 

Bill Purrington with a beard. 

Carroll Clark with her hair bobbed 

Darby Cook dance with someone be- 
sides Bessie. 

Bob Nash without his flashy socks 
and ties. 

Ed. Foster wear his class pin. 

Ruth Atherton act alive. 

Bruce Nash not talking: to Gert 

Fred LaValley shoot a basket. 

David Hoxie and "Lib." Breeken- 
ridge not in a pool-room. 

Margaret Kempkes with a fellow 

Hazel Holden stay home from Beech- 

"Trebe' Smiley without a perma 

nent wave. 

Gert. Dobbs not talking to H. P. at 

Miss Merrifield forget quotations. 

Miss Pratt not blushing. 

Miss Dunphy fat. 

Mr. Johnson teaching his daughter 

Freshman get big. 

Seniors graduate. 

Baseball team win a game. 

Charles A. Bisbee 
Tel. Chesterfield 4-2 

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Tel. Chesterfield 4-3 


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